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A light bulb in the darkness, arcadia for a moth,
The next one sinks like vegetables in broth
Robbed by its nightmare of wide eyes open.
It’s not a problem if you got a lighter
But you don’t and nothing is brighter.
Everything gets sick and angry,
Nobody is peaceful and friendly.
It is said that the race still going,
Another lap without second life,
And that beast got gun and knife.

It gonna enslave us all,
It gonna kill us all,
And we mean nothing…

Stop being more equal than me,
I’m Old Major, I had a dream,
Other pigs become more human,
And I guard my farm against them,
They think everything must be on sale,
But don’t think everything is gray.

The Second World is my homeland
Where trifles are difficult problems.

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